Addicted

Artists and addicts are a lot alike. We both perform an act that consumes our bodies and minds. Directly after, we dream about our next time. We wait until we can do it again when deemed appropriate or we have enough cash to purchase goods. During, we're consumed by the act and pay no mind to basic necessities like food and water, the outside world, or even someone standing beside us. The outcome is never how we anticipate, however, that doesn’t put us off from continuing. The habit is overwhelmingly expensive and creates a hand to mouth living situation unless you're famous... Or homeless. We're both sometimes found in parks selling things and we both tend to have lots of interesting stories up our sleeves... if we can articulate them. Both of us view the world as it is not meant to be seen and express ourselves like a child would. Or so the average people say.

We've no respect for authority, the law, the government, the church, the norm, the kids, the country. Our actions morally outrage the people. They try to silence us. They mock, take pity, look on in disgust, mock more and then take the money away that will help us improve our lives. We are the sufferers, we are the believers, we are the seers, the children at heart, filled with desire and passion, and also the ones who will piss it all away for just one more fix. We are the ones who let their passions drive their actions; being seen as sinners, beggars, scum, and poor folk. I say no. We're the visionaries. The ones planted here able to see what others cannot, will not, pretend, not to see. Because someone must and we will. So long as we get our fix.